Torn from life
Sweet sorrows of
death
Caught in the
undertow
Can’t seem to
catch my breath
Signature move
A motive undressed
As the final seal
is broken
The beast no
longer rest
Unwrapped he
becomes
Sad murmurs, his
favorite song
While the world crumbles
to his feet
His ascension has
begun
No more a myth
We now live in its
bliss
Trapped in fear
Of the eyes
staring back from the abyss
The tale of his
horror
Glees in its stare
The uncanny
resemblance
Of his reflection
is clear
What we all expected
Was never really
there
We all have a
demon inside us
Who should we
really fear?
Olsfred James & Mikhail Simmons 2013©
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